#kushibokt

[astrxlfinale]

A package has arrived to the Astral Express!

It is a rather large box, and it comes with a letter addressed towards Trailblazer Caelus from the Nameless.

"Dear Friend,

Here are the goodies I've acquired the other day for you. Hopefully, they arrive on a convenient timely manner, so you are able to release some stress and struggles in leisure. Enjoy these bountiful rewards for your loyal partnership with me.

Yours truly,

Aventurine of the IPC."

Inside the box there is at least 10 packed butt-shaped pillows identical to the picture sent in messages, all with different colors for variety's sake. There is also a funny gray colored sleep mask with a big "BOTTOMS" embroidered in gold on the front, and a fairly normal pillow also described prior in messages. Rejoice!

"NO ONE TOUCH THAT, FOR THAT IS MINE--!"

Especially when he knows there's been an increasingly curious crowd of people who wonder what kind of mail he receives. Packages of varying sizes, at times coalescing with powers, at others just having an undeniable aura that intends to radiate. Maybe it could simply be chalked down to how aspects belonging to him just have an aura now after being such an active treasure hunter.

Yet, he'd quickly secure his package and quickly bring it back to his room post haste. For you see, Caelus prepared for this very delivery, preparing through the training of constant combat without sleeping for two whole days. Returning to the Express for a fresh shower, allowing this moment of reckoning to be introduced. For when he tears open these very parcels with precise delicacy..

Light.

For deep within this bounty would be the cherished pillows of LEGEND, an abundance of them, all specified to the direct parameters that only a true soul upon the Path of Thickess would truly understand.

His voice would momentarily ring throughout the Express as Aventurine's message was caught. Weariness found itself daunted and triumphed over, and within this moment, Caelus has never been faster in ensuring each and everyone of these pillows were safely secured by their respective cases. Upon the glorious realm known as his bed, Caelus proceeds to bust out a calculator and protractor, visibly charting out the appropriate courses to ensure they're all relegated at appropriate points upon his bed. Even now, all he could think of was his good friend Aventurine, that swell son of a gun who always held a classy smile and a winning chip.

He really will have to go the mile in ensuring he's taken care of. As the sleep mask that dons a proud phrase upon it's fabric was drawn, he'd give a clap of his hands, allowing the lights to dim down into nothingness. As he'd hop to his bedside that's ignited with the luster of starlight and various nebulae outside the window, he'd lean back, reading over the letter from the granted light as a rowdy grin settles on his face.

"Partnership, huh? Looks like I gotta up my game to keep my end of the bargain. This is no low stakes share he's offered here.. and.." And thus, Caelus's head would immediately plop down onto one of the many peach shaped pillows, pure tension distilling from his muscles as a pure exhausted sigh escaped him.

Rather than think deep from this point on? The letter is set to his tableside as the 'big BOTTOMS' mask was donned, introducing him to a comfy world of darkness.

It would be at this moment, Caelus would find the miracle known as rest. MONK-E has failed.

@kushtibokt

[astrxlfinale]

Lettin' me take that roll, huh? Hmmmm. You always happen to be that party center point.

Y'know how to butter 'em up like popcorn.

Not to mention I've noticed a lot of people commit to going all in 'round these parts.

So I imagine like five or six a morning on a decent day?

@astrxlfinale replied to your post “One unread notification from Devona. [text]: raw...”:

How many text like this does he wake up to.

　Do you want to take a guess? (Not Recommended)

[astrxlfinale]

(@kushtibokt)

[Text] Friend, you know there's no need to steal my money so crudely, yes? [Text] Our collaboration allows you to request any funds necessary for the cause. [Text] Here, a little compensation for whatever needs compensation.

[100,000 credits have been transferred to your account]

There's a pause as the given text was contemplated. In truth someone like Aventurine was certainly correct in that assessment. Confidence can be found in what the guy can provide. For Wealth was never the ends, simply a means for the bigger gamble in the grand scale.

Did that change Caelus's perspective in the current moment? Not really. Certain memories involving their creative 'IN BIO' text habits rings like a fond memory in his head.

Despite the distance they shared (which isn't much at all right now), he peers back towards him, catching the way those whimsical eyes of his were practically weaving the grand payout that going through this chaos could ensure. A soft huff escape as they exchanged glances, almost as if a certain, heartbound camaraderie was developed as he turns, credits in hand, and begins to tap with reckless abandon upon his phone.

Gambling with these moments were kinda fun.

Let's see how much he'd cover the 'Trace Empowerment' agenda he pitched to him earlier.

@kushtibokt

[astrxlfinale]

One sparkly galaxy patterned cat (looking suspiciously like the cat Aventurine/kushibokt has seen) will now sit upon their temporary throne that is Caelus’s butt/lap. No you cannot move them, they will simply phase through the doors and hop back on! “Mrow!” Give them pets, hooman!

"...." Huh.

Demanding little thing. Compared to any situations that prompted initial coaxing, or just a matter of finding that 'eye to eye' bridge. Here they were coming in with nothing but a slew of demands. There was a glint to those eyes that such a scale of life was mere adjustment compared to a new experience. It'd be through sensing that as the cat situated itself on his lap, that he'd proceed to squint towards them with a tinge of idle suspicion.

Oh he very much will proceed to move them. Not in a means of tossing them elsewhere, but to simply get a gauge of who exactly he was dealing with. Keeping those gloved hands carefully parked upon the cat's midsection, Caelus would draw them closer as a means to establish eye contact. Face to face, man to cat, there was a certain energy brewing that almost felt akin to a 'rivalry!'

"Huh. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that your lavish life must've gave you a conqueror's attitude." He forwardly states. Something tells Caelus that this feline could understand every word that comes out of his mouth. A soft, almost challenging snort follows up that sentiment as he lulls them one directly to another, not quite prepared to let go from carrying them.

"Now just who's spoiled companion are you exactly? This is too tactical to be a mere coincidence."